I DO NOT OWN THE MIDNIGHTERS BUT I DO OWN THESE CHARACTERS!

Chapter 7- Trust

"EMILY!" Ryan cried. He nearly flew over to the window. Emily was holding onto the window sill, the street below her so far away it looked like a toyset. Dana was desperately grasping Emily's dangeling ankle.

Ryan reached out a hand to help her up when something wrapped around his throat, pulling him back. "Danny!" He croaked. He elbowed the bender in the ribs, forcing him to reel back. Danny pounced, punching Ryan in the face. Ryan(for the second time) felt as if he had been run over for a truck.

Meanwhile, Emily was barely lifting her head above the window. She could feel Dana struggling to climb up her, forcing her back down. Emily struck with her other foot, ejecting Dana off her toward the ground below.

Ryan suddenly appeared, and lifted Emily back into the room. She looked around, ready for a fight. But there was nothing. "Where's Danny?" She asked.

"He bended out the moment you threw Dana off," Ryan explained. "There's a good chance they might come back."

Emily looked back out the window. There was no sign of a body lying sprawled on the ground below. Ryan was right. Danny had saved his sister. But Emily did not think they were coming back. Danny and Dana knew they lost this fight. But Emily also thought it was only a matter of time before they came back for revenge.

She felt Ryan approach her. "Are you ready?" He asked.

Emily nodded, not looking at him. "Yeah. Let's go."

...

Danny bended himself and Dana out of California. Far away from California, into a small town in Oklahoma. They had managed to retrieve a van from Ryder Enterprises in San Franscisco. It had taken them two minutes. Now they were in Oklahoma, in the middle of the secret hour.

"They're here?" Danny asked his sister.

"Yes," Dana replied. "I can taste Jonathan flying around now, looking for a girl him and his friends had met earlier, after Lucas's funeral."

"I'll get him," Danny said through gritted teeth.

Dana grabbed a tranqulizer gun out of the back of the van. "Let's go grab us some midnighters," she laughed.

...

Ryan and Emily watched from Emily's guest room window as the dark moon finally set, and the normal time returned. Ryan stood staring, lost in thought. Emily turned to him, relunctuntly knowing what was going through his mind. "You don't trust me," she said with certainty. "You told me before that you believed I wasn't the same person I was with Eric. You don't, do you?"

Ryan turned to her, clearly disconcerted. "I don't know what to believe, Em. I want to trust you. I really do. But after all I found out, I don't know how."

"Touch," Emily said.

"Huh?"

"I know that when Melissa in Bixby touched Rex, her memories and feelings blended with his. It made the two of them closer. Try it with me, Ryan. Trust me enough to do that."

Ryan nodded. He was expecting Emily's hand to fall on his. He was not expecting Emily to lean forward, and kiss his lips. The moment they made contact, he knew Emily better than anyone; It was almost overwhelming. He could feel Emily's hostility to anyone that wasn't connected to Eric or a member of his crew; Her later uncertainty of Eric's motives; Her feeling of betrayal after Eric shot her; Her victory after stabbing Eric in the back. Then he felt her love, her undying love, for him. He knew she could taste it coming off him as well.

Emily broke the kiss, and looked into Ryan's almond- brown eyes. "How do you feel about me now?" She asked.

Ryan answered with another kiss.

A/N: This is the end. Thanks to all who read, and I hope you enjoyed it. I'm sure you noticed the little loose ends hanging around. These will be tied up in the sequals to come.